She wore a smile on her face like nothing matter
In a place that's full of benefits and betrayal
Her kind nature lit a passion like candles
Burning one sense of insecurities away
Scars that doesn't justify her false facade
Eyes that's looks in sync of the abyss
Hassen on her brain she knows this is not her home
For everywhere she goes her past seem to follow
Battlefield and battle fiend destroy what she once built
Seeming like the gods doesn't want her to win
Nation upon nation they own creation crumble
Kind was not no more than a chess piece design to play a role
To quench the raising conflict of the competition
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